Poetry from Duane Vorhees

LINNAEUS GENESIS

God is existence.

In God’s image are beetles,

amoebas, and men.

APPLE BLUES

Look at me: bold, fat as an apple.

Here I am, bald, fat as an apple.

But don’t value goods just by their wrapper.

Old as your father, that’s what you said.

“You’re old’s my father,” is what you said.

But that’s no bother, not decrepit yet.

May look like a wolf, pitted and ugly.

Big bad old wolf, grizzled and ugly.

Feed me love enough, tame as a puppy.

You think I’m a shit, I make your garden grow.

I may be a shit, but I make your garden grow.

When you need a prick, let me be your rose.

(Lean me against your marrow like a giant midget jumbo shrimp. Hold my poor minute against all infinity like any other parasol you’d prop against a hurricane. A gossamer-armored middleaged scholar in swimming trunks, let my steady frailty hold the frailty of your own, let my cardboard walls withstand the world’s assault.)

Look at me: bold, fat as an apple.

Look at me, bald just like an apple.

Don’t value the goods just by their wrapper.

If you break your compass, I am true north.

You lose direction, here I am, true north.

And when you end your wanders I’m fire in your hearth.

If I’m silent, don’t have much to say.

I’m kind of silent, not a lot to say.

Just like my violence, words left yesterday.

Horny old bastard, last grape on the vine.

Horny old bastard, the end of the line.

Wrinkled and blasted grape a-makes the sweetest wine.

TANTRIC ALCHEMY

a.

LUNAR ILLUMINATI

Moonlight albedos

us. We together ourselves,

purified by night.

b.

EROTIC CONIUNCTIO

Our oneness complete,

I applaud stiff rubedo.

The coming of the dawn.

c

DIURNAL REPAIR

Sun’s citrinitas

fixes the constituents

nigredo broke down.

SALLY

A thaw wind stole softened in

and walked its shadow down the wall,

unedged this heart of flint.

Yes, this hunchback which I am

exhibits its Olympic plaque 

like one more oriflamme. 

You renew dry blooms like a spring.

The I-as-eunuch whom you know 

has fixed his battering

ram, dug his sword from the mould.

This dragon hiding in my skin

must now expose his gold.

Dead still limbs tortured to bud.

At last this dark tyrant deposed.

Hurt earth unfroze to mud.

Freezing night can’t sleep so long 

as flowers burst in firework 

and larks upon the spring.

Mountains take off robes of snow 

and rivers caps of ice 

as spring’s wind begins to blow.  

TIDAL

I scavenge driftwood,

shells, and pebbles from the beach.

The ocean beyonds.

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